Xinjiang Illusion: Rolling Clouds and Gemstone Halls
I had another incredibly badass dream. I dreamt I was in a grand hall in Xinjiang. Pushing open the door, I saw swirling, vortex-like clouds that turned into claw shapes whenever the wind blew. The sky was impossibly blue, and the clouds spread across the entire sky like cream. I went back in high spirits to call my companion, but when I pushed the door open again, the sky had completely darkened, turning into the night sky. We just stared at it, and suddenly it gradually brightened again, illuminating the buildings outside until they took on the color of a silver vase, with incredibly rich and beautiful outlines. The entire space-time was gorgeous and dreamlike. My friend stepped outside, but I grabbed him, because the ice on the ground had turned into a state that undulated and rippled when pressed. It felt like it couldn't bear any weight. Later, we pushed open the grand doors of the hall again. In an instant, light poured in, and the entire roof of the hall reflected multicolored gemstones of all hues—those really massive gemstones, not fragmented ones. The two of us were so shocked we let out a 'Wow' 😯. There were many other details in between, but I can't remember them too clearly after waking up. It was mainly the sky—too beautiful, too bewitching.
This is the second time I've had a dream of such an epic scale. A city on a beautiful raft, where you can't even tell it isn't land. Through a gradually zooming-in lens, your gaze passes through layers of shops and crowds, landing on an exotic dancer performing on a stage. Accompanied by the ocean waves, a massive, bustling, flowing city just keeps floating like this.
